Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
June Days,
Whodini,
Pole,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.